Ocd An Inconvenient Truth.

Interesting thing happened on the way to my depression. I was in bed. (of course) and all of a sudden, with my head under the covers crying, my husband rolles in with the carpet shampooer. Dang, kicked out of bed. I believe he did it intentionally, I know I would have.

Anyway, so I'm walking thru the house and WHAM, the sunroom needs spring cleaning. I mean head to toe. If you are OCD like me you know what an undertaking this can be.

Starting with the ceilings, the fan and light, on to the walls, blinds, windows, floor boards, vents with new filters, and finally a good vacuum followed by a double carpet cleaning.

Now with it brand spanking clean, everything going back in needs the treatment.

Here we go: screens vacuumed and washed, pictures dusted and re hung, couch vacuumed and shampooed, end tables and coffee table washed down and polished, desk washed and polished, tv washed down, decorative pieces washed and dried. Everything put back in order and one last swipe at the light switches.

Now no one is allowed in lol. Ugh. I'm exhausted. But thanks to hubby who got me out of bed. I think next will be the kitchen. Lord help me!